CALL ON ME . . .

We’re in a time in history when fear is probably our greatest enemy. The pandemic has placed most everyone in a bubble – in more ways than one. We fear being isolated from others. We fear getting a disease which might kill us. We’re afraid we may be carrying the germs to others. We’re afraid to eat out, go to church, be with anyone other than family. Many who have already given way to the fears of living are even thinking of ways to escape this world.

I’ve tried to hide from the outside world by turning off the news when it comes on. I’ve been doing this for about six months now and I actually feel better – even though I went through a bout of COVID myself between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Keeping ourselves clueless to the outside world isn’t really an answer though. Even our Lord and Savior, Jesus, had to work through His fears when He faced his execution. He knew He had to die. He knew it would be a horrific death. He knew He would suffer humiliation and the pain of the scourge. He knew all this, but He took the time to carry those fears in prayer to His Father in heaven on the night before His death. He prayed. Tears poured from His eyes as He anguished over the future – tears which became like drops of blood. Yet at the end of the prayer, He also accepted the mission He was about to fulfill. He trusted in His Father’s will. His death wasn’t the end of the story, as we know. He conquered the grave, assuring that we will also overcome death.

When we feel there is no hope for the future – when we feel overwhelmed by the pressures of daily living – when we need a friend, a counselor, a confidante – when relationships fall apart – when money runs out – when we become infected by a deadly virus – when grief overtakes us – it’s time to go to our compassionate Father in prayer. He wants to hear from us. He love us more than any earthly father could love His children. He spared us from the fear of death, by providing us with a future in paradise. He may not answer our prayers right away. He may answer immediately. He may never answer, but we do know that He is right there beside us through all our difficulties. He reaches His hand out to us and walks through each and every one by our side. He will walk with us right into eternity. Reach out to Him today in prayer.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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9 Responses to CALL ON ME . . .

  1. Myrna Migala says:

    Yes we all were born to live, but Jesus was born to die.

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  2. K.L. Hale says:

    Kathy, such beautiful words my friend. I have wonderful news! My Dad’s M.R.I. resulted in the one word we longed to hear–“BENIGN!” We just found out. The weather tried to wreak havoc on our trip to get him there. I’ve been a bit down lately. Like you, I’ve turned off the news. I do try to stay informed, but am not giving into hysteria and fear. I’m trying to be peacefully practical and reverently realistic. As God reminds me, and you daily when I can read your work, HE holds our future. We know how it ends. And while I’m here all I can do is just do my best. And by not making matters worse than they are, I feel I do that. But I cling to Christ and muster up hope and faith. Please pray for my biopsy on Monday. I’m praying “benign” is the word of the month! Sending you love and hugs. I pray for you and Paul daily! 🤍

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    • says:

      So happy to hear the good news about your dad. I will pray for the same result on your biopsy. We’re doing fine, but will have to make some decisions soon (next couple years) where we go from here. Paul is thinking about retiring from teaching art in February when he turns 80m but we need to work in order to pay our bills. No retirement fund other than Social Security and we just barely make it. God always provides when we need it, so I’m not worried, but I really don’t like change much, so I’l contintue
      working with my senior theatre group and do some writing classes. Love you, Karla. Cast your burdens on Him. He has huge shoulders.

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      • K.L. Hale says:

        I will indeed cast my cares (I love that–He has huge shoulders). Can I just share that it burns my biscuits that two beautiful hard workers, at 80, are having to worry about paying bills. I need to be working hard and doing my part so that fine folks like you and Paul do NOT have too. Yes, we all want to work. I understand that. But I feel the burdens of our society should be falling on those young and able. I’ll get off my soapbox. I love you! Thank you for your prayers. I do not have insurance (long story but it was money going down the drain with nothing paid and me paying too high a premium. I get discounts for being self-pay; again, I give it to God and do my part!).

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      • says:

        That is all we can do❤️


  3. davidkitz says:

    So glad to know you have recovered and are pressing on my fearless sister.

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